realization — [richie tozier]
A/N: i had this done yesterday but didn’t post oops. hopefully this makes up for my absence these past few days bc whoa, i got a lot more carried away with this than i should have and yet i’m probably going to end up writing a part 2 lmao. sorry? anyway pls pls tell me what you guys think and give me ideas for a continuation of this. i also ¡cannot! thank you guys enough for 300+ followers that’s insane! ily all sm!! <3
Request: A cute richie imagine with something along the lines of the prompt “you don’t choose who you love”?
Pairing: Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Y’all know the drill… this is Richie Trashmouth Tozier we’re talking about, so literally just some swears lol.
Word Count: 1,439
“Fuck you, Tozier!” you cursed at him, shoving the boy back. You couldn’t even make it through an entire day of peace without this idiot ruining it for you. Like now, you were just trying to get a drink of water before fourth period, but Richie apparently didn’t think you deserved it. Creeping up from behind, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to ‘scare the shit out of you’. And he did so, causing you to choke and spit out your water.
“It would be a pleasure.” the boy snorted at your comment, pushing his glasses back up his nose.
“You know that’s not what I meant, dumbass.” you laughed, brushing past him to head to class.
“Not yet!” he called after you, causing you to roll your eyes.
For as long as you could remember, you’d been a member of the Losers Club. Ever since the group originated, really. You were closest with Richie, always had been. But for around three years now, the trashmouth had begun—flirting?—with you. Of course you thought of it all as childish play, I mean, the guy’s reputation meant what it said.
You’d throw a comeback at him most of the time, but every once in a while, you found yourself flirting back. Little did you know, though, that the curly-haired, glasses-wearing dork was hopelessly in love with you.
Richie Tozier was the guy the Losers would think of last when it came to, you know, loving. Yeah, the guy hit on you, but the rest of his friends didn’t look it over twice. They were used to seeing him hit on any girl he thought was (quote the trashmouth himself) “hot damn smokin’!”
Yet, only Richie knew it was a coverup. He didn’t want you to know about his feelings. He thought it was pathetic if you did because he’d never stand a chance. Too good for him, out of his league. Richie gave up on the possibility. He had even tried getting over you, but it was useless. You don’t choose who you love. It just happens.
So, the guy gave up on that, too.
Ever since the nightmare that was the Pennywise fiasco of summer ‘89, the past year, Richie’s feelings for you only grew stronger. It wasn’t the right time for this, no, of course not. Hell, nothing about the situation gave off any romantic vibes at all, but Tozier couldn’t help it.
He’d had a strong feel of suddenly being protective over you. So when It had both you and Bill in a headlock, Richie’s boiling anger inside him pushed him to whack the demonic creature with an old baseball bat, starting the fight between the Losers and the clown. Richie just wanted to beat it dead, he had to keep you safe, even if his life was on the line. He wouldn’t hesitate.
And now here he was a year later, still afraid of telling you how he felt. The final bell of the day had rung, and Richie stood outside the school by the bike racks, waiting for you and the other Losers to meet up. With Richie’s luck, you were the first one to make it out of the building.
“Hi Rich,” you greeted, swinging your backpack off your shoulder to put your books away.
“Hey, hot stuff.” he shot you the iconic Richie Tozier smirk that everyone knew all too well.
“Can you stop? Your lame nicknames get old y’know.” you smiled, rolling your bike away from the post it was chained to. You weren’t about to admit that you actually loved his names for you. It would be embarrassment at it’s finest.
Soon enough, the rest of the Losers made their way outside. It was a nice, warm day, as the school year was coming to an end, putting a temporary wrap on the unneeded anxiety and stress that came along with it.
Not bothering to stay any longer, to avoid running into the Bowers’ gang, the eight of you headed on your way. One by one, each of the Losers turned down their own path home, until only you, Richie, and Bev were left. Along the bike ride home, Richie couldn’t help but crack a few pickup lines at you, probably the cheesiest yet.
“Good lord Richie do you ever shut up?” Beverly had had it up to here with Richie’s flirtatious remarks.
Not because he was annoying—well, actually yeah, it was… but back to the point—it was because you wouldn’t take a hint. Aside from the rest of your group of friends, Bev was the only one who knew. The only one who knew about Richie’s crush on you that was apparently unnoticeable to the others, and like I said, most of all, to you.
“You’re so oblivious, (Y/N).” was the last thing you heard Bev say, barely above a whisper, as she turned the corner of the block heading towards her apartment building.
Ignoring what she told you, you continued on your way, chatting with Richie over the awkwardest things like they were totally normal to you. Not long after, you reached Richie’s street and dropped him off, then left to your house.
Your parents were home. It didn’t make a difference though, because they didn’t care. It only seemed like they did. Sure, both of them would ask how your day went, and you’d usually respond with only one sentence, then leave. That was one thing that upset you about your childhood, you never really had a true connection with your parents.
Telling them you weren’t hungry, you sighed and headed upstairs. Most of your evening was spent listening to some tapes or doodling in your notebook, more like procrastinating when you were really supposed to be working on your homework.
A sudden wave, the feel of tiredness hit you hard during the blank stares you gave your History book. Bored and too lazy to keep at it, tossed your assignments aside and decided a quick power nap wouldn’t do you any harm. It was only a little past five, after all.
The sound of faint taps was the cause for your awakening. Lifting your head from your pillow, you glanced at the clock — 6:47 PM. You had been asleep for almost two hours. Getting up, you were disoriented. Until it hit you where the taps were coming from. Opening your window you didn’t even have a chance to look out into the darkness, before a pebble hit you in the face. Trying to see where it came from, you rubbed your eyes.
“I’ve been throwing these at your window for almost ten minutes now… what the fuck, (Y/N)?” your blurry vision finally subsiding, you saw who it was. Beverly.
“Huh?” you asked, confused.
“We’re going to the Quarry. Richie was supposed to pick you up but he said you ‘weren’t home’.” she shouted up.
“Oh… uh, yeah, I’ll be right down.” you responded, shutting your window. Rushing down the stairs, you almost missed the note on your kitchen counter letting you know your parents had gone out to eat. As soon as you stepped outside, you were greeted with an annoyed-looking Beverly, arms crossed.
“Took you long enough.” she said, heading onto the sidewalk.
“Not my fault.” you grumbled, joining her.
“Someone’s upset today. What? Y’spent too long away from your boyfriend?” Beverly laughed at her own joke.
“What are you talking about? I don’t have a boyfr—“
“Oh come on, (Y/N), are you really that fucking blind?” she cut you off.
“Blind of what? I’m very well aware of everything going on!” you continued, only for Bev to shoot you a look. She genuinely looked concerned for you.
“(Y/N)! You know damn well what I’m talking about.” Bev scolded.
“Richie!” she continued. “Richie Tozier’s fucking in love with you! The boy has been for years now! Don’t be stupid and ignorant, woman!”
Flustered, you thought over each and every word she’d just said. Richie, your best friend who you’d known for the longest time—in love with you? No.
Your mind was blank, having not a single idea of an excuse to respond to Beverly’s words.
“Wha—no, y-you can’t be serious. H-he’s not.” was the only thing you could manage to get out of your mouth.
Because, the truth was, you were too much in a state of shock to come to the realization that you were in love with him too.